While he gropes himself with eunuch fists, I sow my sole into his teeth and finger him for cash.

A Charm to Ward Off Evil

Across denizen fields lined with green trees,
I stumble upon a picnic couple who exclaim
amid grunts and texts for cunts and lobster“What a terrible day for a curse!”
Yeah, well,
all of my friends are dead.
Have you ever even seen the remake of The LastHouse on the Left…?
A charm to ward off evil, sent through snail mailon Christmas Eve, enclosing in a Fisher-Pricetree domain sheet music owned by Albert Einstein,
a dime bag of Spectre’s toenails, and an old collectionof poems tête-bêche written by two strangers holed
up in a grotto in the Jewish Wasteland, complete with
Jewish hexes and enchantments,
is what
I now dream of and
pray for.

Tonya Chocolate Lunch Time
raises her glass, a toast to never having tosexualize her children on film and to the day’s spoils, rotten and gold.
The rest of her party, the clerk, the cleric, and three princess chiefs, agree
and agree around the Holy Saint Weed Plant that burns
real slow in the pyre.